Smoke

Yo, flow cold like a bitch don't care about them

Gassed up, and I'm 'bout to let the air up out 'em

Better watch it 'cause we can turn it obnoxious

I don't came up from the bottom, now one of you bitches is wanted

I'm a bad motherfucker since yey-high

Run 'em down in my truck like, "Hey guy"

But the tyres don't screech like bayside

Drop a rocker through the rhythm of the bassline

May I put them in a bag like it's take-out

I can hear 'em whine while they talking through the grapevine

Biting on my style 'cause I'm putting down a K9

Shots to your head, like hitting you on FaceTime

May I kick a little something for all my people that want it

They say the want the smoke, but none of them getting blunted

You can talk about it one of these stages you getting confronted

'Til I pull it out and peeled, and then I open your onion

You don't want no smoke, my flow too dope

I got you all fucked, you dropped the soap

A dirtbag, got my hand on your girl's ass

Taking a bird bath, I'm doper then nerve gas

They say I better watch my mouth, or one day, I'ma end up broke

I hate to break the news to your GPS, my friend

But I've been down that road before

But still, I know everybody wanna hit that blow

But what now when the bitch got rope?

You say you wanna pope but you did not know

That a motherfucker really don't want that smoke

They want no smoke

Rap god, rap god, with your rap words

I ain't fucking when it's in the one, you rap nerds

This the rapture, Ford is spinning you backwards

Cut 'em all in half and divvy them out in fractions

You can have one, you can have two

I'm Channel 8, motherfucker, I am bad news

Shit, I'm cool 'til you catch me in a bad mood

Then I start throwing all kinds of shit like a baboon

Hip hop, nowadays, man it all sucks

Narrate the UFC, man you talk tough

Said they'd drop dope shit while I sit and wait

There's a better chance that Donald's putting the wall up

You see these dorks?

Their favourite rap group must be CB4

Got 'em shook from my words like a Ouija board

You the type that want to write it with a tiki torch

You fucking sissy, idle hands that gets busy

I will bear these arms and get grizzly

Two 25's in hand, I grip swiftly

Feeling like M Andreas, I split 50, tempt me

They say I better watch my mouth, or one day, I'ma end up broke

I hate to break the news to your GPS, my friend

But I've been down that road before

But still, I know everybody wanna hit that blow

But what now when the bitch got rope?

You say you wanna pope but you did not know

That a motherfucker really don't want that smoke

They don't want no smoke

I'm feeling like a bad motherfucker

I'm feeling like a bad mother-, ooh

I'm feeling like a bad motherfucker

I'm feeling like a bad motherfucker, oh

Feeling like a bad motherfucker

Feeling like a bad motherfucker

Feeling like a bad mother-, ooh

I don't give a flying fuck about building a bridge

If you don't like me, fuck you, bitch

I'd like to say sorry to anybody that I offended

And, uh, suck my dick

'Cause you can smell that I don't give a fuck when I walk in the room

You pay attention when I'm talking to you

I better, yeah, you better stay clear when I sharpen a spoon

I wake you up like your favorite cartoon

I'm like now

They say I better watch my mouth, or one day, I'ma end up broke

I hate to break the news to your GPS, my friend

But I've been down that road before

But still, I know everybody wanna hit that blow

But what now when the bitch got rope?

You say you wanna pope but you did not know

That a motherfucker really don't want that smoke

They don't want no smoke